Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.